Mystery: The whole good living master

The construction of Amon Farm is in full swing, and the newly made "Sucaplia Farm" sign has been erected.

The biologists, agronomists, and animal husbandry scientists of New Balam were all busy, mainly because Mu Fange had given them new topics: blue chickens and black void chickens, as well as jumping slimes and black shadow creatures.

Although Sennetel was very tough, he was only tough with his mouth. The Amons stole more than 30 furry cranes and excavators from him, but Sennetel said nothing and even asked Mu Fange what kind of equipment he wanted to customize.

Mu Fange was using tea art to spur Adam on. While Adam was being morally kidnapped by guilt and guilt, he asked him to do more work, such as imagining some buildings, or writing a reasonable script for Mr. Almana...

In addition, there are a large number of actor Amons who are undergoing temporary training. In order to prevent mistakes, the actor Amons work tirelessly and conscientiously. It is truly inspiring!

Everything was running in an orderly manner, and now Mu Fange could cook for Melissa with peace of mind!

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When Mu Fange knocked on the door of the Moretti family, exhausted, Melissa was very frightened. Miss Almana actually came again, carrying a bag of seasonings and a bag of noodles.

She thought Almana was just joking.

Today, Miss Almana was wearing a dashing men's suit, but she was squatting in front of a small coal stove, washing her hands and making soup, which was very incongruous.

Melissa had tried many times to seize the initiative in cooking but failed. Now she could only sit on the lower bunk of the bunk bed, swinging her legs in boredom, watching Miss Almana skillfully deboning the chicken legs, cutting the fascia, and pounding the spread out chicken thigh steaks to loosen them.

"Almana...can I call you that?" Melissa asked in a low voice.

Seeing her turn her head and look at her with a gentle smile, and then nodded solemnly, Melissa continued to ask: "Do you often cook for yourself?"

Almana replied quietly, "Occasionally I do it myself."

This is a lie! Mu Fan Ge never cooks for himself in real life! He only cooks for himself in the game.

"Lingyun Jianghu" is a large-scale virtual reality game that is very realistic and full of details, especially in the daily small details such as dressing and eating. For example, a whole plate of food cannot be put directly into a backpack, and ingredients and dishes will deteriorate and rot if left for a long time... The cooking system is not as simple as gathering ingredients and automatically generating food. Players even need to cut vegetables and stir the spoon themselves... The knife skills and heat will affect the quality and taste of the food.

Ordinary players usually eat in restaurants opened by players who specialize in cooking, or in NPC stores, but if they are in an uninhabited forest or wasteland, they can only fend for themselves except for eating dry food.

Mu Fan Ge received a continuous education under the socialized support system. In middle school, there were interest education and labor education, with compulsory courses and elective courses respectively. For example, life skills such as cooking, sewing, and cleaning were compulsory courses. Mu Fan Ge chose the livestock and poultry slaughtering and processing elective course, and he practiced his knife skills at that time.

Because there is actually no difference between cutting animals and cutting people, perhaps Mu Fange's PVP talent also comes from this.

The chicken legs are marinated in advance, and the onions, bell peppers and potatoes are cut into thin strips. Then the noodles are blanched in boiling water and cooked until they are 70% to 80% cooked. Because there is no strainer or colander, you can only pour out the boiling water in the pot, rinse it with cold water twice, drain it and take it out.

Melissa, unwilling to stand by and watch, came over again and tried to help with the work under the pretext of improving her cooking skills.

Mu Fange still didn’t give Melissa a chance to actually try it, but he briefly explained each step: “First, add olive oil and minced garlic to sauté”—originally, he should have added peanut oil, but maybe people in the Northern Continent didn’t have similar eating habits, so there was no peanut oil, corn oil, sunflower oil, or soybean oil in the Northern Continent Special Market in Balam… Mu Fange was worried about buying the genetically modified soybean oil from other markets, so he had to make do with olive oil.

Maybe he could try making some lard himself? Mu Fan Ge secretly put buying lard on his schedule.

"Preheat the pan in advance, keep the temperature even, and use high heat to make the steak tender and juicy!"

Mu Fange, who was not afraid of the heat at all, spread the marinated chicken thigh fillets flat on the bottom of the pot with his bare hands and poked the burning coal with tongs. The high temperature made the chicken thigh meat quickly take shape and perfectly locked in the moisture of the meat.

“Color thoroughly and then turn over quickly.”

Mu Fange pointed at the chicken that was fried until golden brown and slightly brown due to the Maillard reaction. He then shook the pan with his wrist and lifted the spatula, and the chicken fillet turned over.

"Turn it over several times like this. For pork chops and chicken chops, turn it over every 20 seconds or so, and for steaks, turn it over every 30 seconds."

Mu Fan Ge scooped out the fried steak and tilted the pan to make room for the potato fries.

"Look, frying things at an angle can save fuel..." Mu Fange explained.

The scalding hot oil gathered in one corner of the pan, frying the "French fries" until they were golden and crispy.

After frying the French fries, add onions and bell peppers and fry until soft. Finally, pour the prepared noodles and the sauce in and stir well.

"Okay! You can eat now!"

A plate of golden and oily fried noodles was placed on the table, garnished with orange-red bell peppers and milky white onion shreds, and next to it were crispy French fries and large slices of fragrant chicken thigh steaks.

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The ripe bell peppers and onions lost their spicy smell and were soft, tender and crispy, with sweet juice inside. The oily noodles were very chewy, wrapped in a thin layer of fresh and salty sauce, dancing in the mouth as you chewed, hitting the gums, and then jumping away in panic like a deer.

Large pieces of meat can give people the simplest satisfaction. The hot chicken legs are fragrant, the plump willow-like fibers are clearly visible, and the crispy chicken skin contains translucent, crumbling fat.

Melissa was burned by the chicken steak. She breathed heavily and moved the chicken from left to right in her mouth, but it was still very hot!

Mu Fange patted Melissa on the shoulder and said, "Eat slowly. No one is going to snatch it from you."

"Almana, don't you want to eat?" Melissa swallowed the chicken and looked at Mu Fange with her big eyes blinking.

Mu Fange shook his head - he just came to cook for Melissa, and after washing the dishes he had to go to Hoy University to visit Klein, and then go to the farm to supervise in the evening... He was so busy that he didn't even feel hungry.

Although this body does not need to rely on food for energy.

"I've had lunch." Mu Fan Ge showed a gentle smile that made people lose the ability to think.

Melissa didn't think much about it. She lowered her head and ate the French fries one by one like a little rabbit.

The Moretti family was very active in eating. Watching Melissa and Klein slowly empty their plates and chew with their cheeks puffed out was indeed a pleasing sight.

Looking closely, there is a big difference between the way Melissa and Klein eat. Like Klein, Melissa is also very focused when eating, stuffing food into her mouth with all her heart.

But Klein would eat both, one bite of meat, one bite of vegetables, and one bite of staple food together.

Melissa, on the other hand, was more reserved and methodical when eating. She would eat the side dishes from left to right first, then the main course, and finally the meat.

As expected of a girl who studied mechanics, is this the value of an engineering girl?

"Are you full? Do you want another plate?" There is a kind of hunger that makes your mother think you are very hungry!

Melissa shook her head decisively—she was full, really full!

As soon as Melissa said no, Mu Fange quickly took away the plate in front of Melissa.

Melissa, who had failed repeatedly, was aroused to win. She silently pulled her legs out from under the table, moved her body, and was ready to go.

Aim at the target, plan the route, and Melissa rushes forward!

The bad news is that Mr. Compressed Biscuit Koreshi's physical strength is very high, and he can even run with three Melissas on his back.

The worse news is that Melissa isn’t tall enough!

Melissa failed!

With a large furry red squirrel trophy hanging on his shoulder, Mu Fan Ge walked to the public washroom to wash dishes like a winner.

Melissa dug the ground with her toes, trying to use her weight to make Miss Almana stop, but Melissa was too light due to long-term malnutrition. Mu Fange slightly arched his waist and carried Melissa on his back.

Melissa said unwillingly: "It's just one plate, I can wash it myself!"

"The water in the bathroom is too cold! Look at your hands, they are cracked!" Mu Fange began to nag.

Melissa covered her face with a guilty fist and whispered, "That was caused by the grinding wheel... It has nothing to do with the plate..."

Mu Fange deliberately ignored Melissa's explanation, and tried to seize the power of the Moretti family's housework in a serious tone: "The same goes for your dishes tonight. Either boil some hot water when you wash the dishes, or wait for me to wash them tomorrow..."

Melissa did not answer. She had made up her mind to grow taller and stronger than Miss Almana, to eat up all the fried noodles in the pot tonight, clean the pot, and to prepare the meal before Miss Almana came tomorrow... She must not let today's tragedy happen again!

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Mu Fan Ge first sent Melissa to a church school. In fact, Melissa insisted on going to the church's public school during the winter vacation, mainly to take advantage of the school's free heating, lighting and draft paper...

After saying goodbye to Melissa, he opened the door and went to the library of Hoy University to find Klein.

Klein was reading a very thin booklet titled "An Overview of the System and Job Titles of Tingen University". There were several books stacked next to it, such as "University Career Guidance" and "Zero Starting Point for Interviews"...

"Are you preparing to find a job?" Mu Fan Ge took the chair opposite Klein and sat down.

Klein nodded familiarly. "I had planned to stay on as a teaching assistant, but a few days ago, Elio helped me contact a few seniors who had graduated and had similar plans..."

"What did the senior say?" Mu Fangge immediately realized that this Elio should be Amon's substitute, and maybe the senior had also suffered the same fate as Amon.

"The senior said that Loen's university has a tradition of not letting graduates stay in school directly. I should be assigned to another school." Klein flipped through the book and talked briskly, "It's called assignment, but in fact, it's just that the school provides a recommendation letter, and students have to go for an interview and are admitted based on merit."

"Is the competition for teaching assistants fierce?" Mu Fange asked in an interview.

“Not bad…” After closing the booklet and seeing who was sitting opposite him, Klein suddenly realized that the familiar and intimate aura did not come from any of his friends.

Klein's voice got stuck in his throat, his cheeks flushed, and he raised the book to block Almana's gaze.

"Crack!"

There seemed to be the sound of an old-fashioned mechanical camera clicking, but it was not clear through the spiritual wall. However, Mu Fange was very sensitive to this familiar spiritual fluctuation, mainly because those radical fans of the Church of Amon were always sneaking around to take pictures of him.

Mu Fange looked around vigilantly. The Amon was hiding very well, and Mu Fange failed to catch the fox's tail.

Mu Fange withdrew his thoughts and continued his interview: "Is there a threshold for getting a letter of recommendation?"

“Fortunately… In addition to the hard requirements for grades, I also need to do some student work for my tutor…” Unlike most people, Klein is not good at showing off in front of the people he likes.

Most males will display their superiority when courting, showing off in front of the opposite sex and boasting about their achievements.

It is difficult for Klein to do this. Under the influence of his sense of responsibility and competitiveness, his heart is filled with high standards and high demands on himself. He always spurs himself on with the cognition of "I'm not that good, I'm not good enough, my achievements are not worth mentioning"... This may be an endogenous inferiority complex, so that Klein is always reserved and quiet, always working alone, and is powerless under Almana's very interested and shining eyes.